Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry, I don't have time to write a reply or thank you to every single one of my reviewers, but I thank you all. You are the reason for writing. If it weren't for all my reviewers, this story would just be sitting on my desktop, saved in Microsoft Word, getting dustier and forgotten. I love you all!
Oh, and this won't be as long as I promised, but it will definitely be juicy.
*
Ron could tell that when Hermione was starting to avoid Harry, and when she didn't sit with him at dinner, that something wasn't right. He approached her carefully that night. Hermione was sitting on a bench outside in the blackness of night, her face in her hands, and her body slightly shaking. As soon as she felt a presence, she looked up, her eyes dark and wet.
"Hermione." Ron said quietly, standing as still as he could. He dared to move a muscle. Hermione just stared at him.
"Ron, sit down." She whispered, placing her face back into her hands. Ron, knowing now that he could come closer, sat down beside her on the bench, fire flies hanging in the shadowy space all around them.
"Ron, I don't want to live anymore." Hermione said ever so quietly, her face still in her hands. Ron's stomach gave a lurch.
"Why say such a thing, Herms? You have your whole life ahead of you! You are so full of energy and love!" Ron was almost hyperventilating. Hermione still sat with her head in her hands.
"What's the point? There's no one around anymore to share life with." She sighed, her chest moving in and out. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"What about Harry?" At that, Hermione looked up; her eyes just as damp and dark as before.
"Not anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"I broke up with him."
*
There was so much anger swelling inside him, and he
Couldn't-
Take-
It-
Anymore.
Harry was standing near his window, leaning out ever so dangerously, sheets of rain pouring in and slapping him hard across his face. How could Hermione do this to him? At a time like this? He had loved her. She had been someone to confide in, to take comfort in.
Harry clenched his jaw, his heart ripping and searing with pain. He felt like screaming, screaming so the world could hear. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out except a loud cry of frustration.
With his hands gripping the window's edge, he leaned outwards, his face staring down towards the blackness of the ground. He couldn't really make out where the ground was, but he knew it would be a long fall.
All that had gone on these past few weeks, all that had caused him pain. All his grief, all his torture, all his emotions, they all clawed and slashed at his chest. And the rain was starting to make his face numb. He hoped that the rest of his body would turn numb before he hit the ground.
With one last cry of agony, Harry let himself fall forward, and the world seemed to stop. For that split second, falling through eternal blackness, Harry felt alive, and he changed his mind.
It was too late.
*
[A/N: Sorry to leave you all hanging like this. One of my first real clif-hangers! I will only write the next chapter if I get atleast five reviews. You all know you can do it! Hit that button and type! Go!...Julie]
A/N: Sorry, I don't have time to write a reply or thank you to every single one of my reviewers, but I thank you all. You are the reason for writing. If it weren't for all my reviewers, this story would just be sitting on my desktop, saved in Microsoft Word, getting dustier and forgotten. I love you all!
Oh, and this won't be as long as I promised, but it will definitely be juicy.
*
Ron could tell that when Hermione was starting to avoid Harry, and when she didn't sit with him at dinner, that something wasn't right. He approached her carefully that night. Hermione was sitting on a bench outside in the blackness of night, her face in her hands, and her body slightly shaking. As soon as she felt a presence, she looked up, her eyes dark and wet.
"Hermione." Ron said quietly, standing as still as he could. He dared to move a muscle. Hermione just stared at him.
"Ron, sit down." She whispered, placing her face back into her hands. Ron, knowing now that he could come closer, sat down beside her on the bench, fire flies hanging in the shadowy space all around them.
"Ron, I don't want to live anymore." Hermione said ever so quietly, her face still in her hands. Ron's stomach gave a lurch.
"Why say such a thing, Herms? You have your whole life ahead of you! You are so full of energy and love!" Ron was almost hyperventilating. Hermione still sat with her head in her hands.
"What's the point? There's no one around anymore to share life with." She sighed, her chest moving in and out. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"What about Harry?" At that, Hermione looked up; her eyes just as damp and dark as before.
"Not anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"I broke up with him."
*
There was so much anger swelling inside him, and he
Couldn't-
Take-
It-
Anymore.
Harry was standing near his window, leaning out ever so dangerously, sheets of rain pouring in and slapping him hard across his face. How could Hermione do this to him? At a time like this? He had loved her. She had been someone to confide in, to take comfort in.
Harry clenched his jaw, his heart ripping and searing with pain. He felt like screaming, screaming so the world could hear. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out except a loud cry of frustration.
With his hands gripping the window's edge, he leaned outwards, his face staring down towards the blackness of the ground. He couldn't really make out where the ground was, but he knew it would be a long fall.
All that had gone on these past few weeks, all that had caused him pain. All his grief, all his torture, all his emotions, they all clawed and slashed at his chest. And the rain was starting to make his face numb. He hoped that the rest of his body would turn numb before he hit the ground.
With one last cry of agony, Harry let himself fall forward, and the world seemed to stop. For that split second, falling through eternal blackness, Harry felt alive, and he changed his mind.
It was too late.
*
[A/N: Sorry to leave you all hanging like this. One of my first real clif-hangers! I will only write the next chapter if I get atleast five reviews. You all know you can do it! Hit that button and type! Go!...Julie]